Poor Farmer Nick had been subject to constant abuse from yobs constantly rustling his about in his crops, often with theft on the agenda. One misty night, he was awoken to the sound of two of the blighters, laughing as they smashed some of his flowerpots near his front door to pieces. At first he tried to ignore it; he'd had a long day, and was valuing sleep above his plants. But at last he lost patience; after the fifth flowerpot he heard them smash, he got out of bed, rummaged around for the cricket bat he kept under his bed, grabbed it, and then ran outside after the dim silhouettes of the yobs, yelling abuse at them. As they legged it, a horrible screeching noise echoed long into the night. Nick didn't know its origin, but he couldn't care less; all that was on his mind was delivering solid justice on the yobs. However, as the duo he was chasing had reached the entrance to his gate, a large, blinding light appeared just outside the gate, consuming the silhouettes of the two yobs. The light dimmed somewhat, enough for it to be visible, but not enough for it to shine on anything much. The transition was akin to that of a blazing car light turning into that of a torch on dying batteries. Farmer Nick, too flustered to comprehend what just happened, instead let out a weak and tired cry of "who goes there?" in the general direction of the newly emerged light. A loud, albeit croaky reply came;
"So… hungry…"
"Well clear off!" retorted Nick angrily "you ain't gettin' no food from me, I don't care how hungry you are!"
"You… look… delicious…" the same croaky, loud voice replied again.
There was Farmer Nick's mistake. Much too tired to set his priorities in order, he instead stood dumbstruck to think how the owner of the voice could have seen him in this dark of night, instead of the fact that said owner clearly expressed a vague desire to eat Nick. Then, Nick suddenly felt a sticky, slimy appendage cling to his chest tightly. He struggled to get himself free, but it was no use. He was dragged to where the dim light was, despite his best efforts to escape. The further he came to the light, the more faint his vision became, until the poor old farmer was consumed by the pitch black forever.